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During a recent spell of illness the " perpetra- 
tor " of this selected these miscellaneous short 
poems for the printer. They are, in publication, 
addressed to a few friends who once encouraged 
the writer in an early ambition. 



THE ATHENS PRESS, ANN AKBOK, MICH. 






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Ann Arbor. 

They reared thee on this gentle hill: 
The 'wakening- West, the aspiring- will 
The classic vineyards here to till — 
Most happy town, Ann Arbor. 

They built thee 'mid the oak and pine, 
Where wood and stream their charms 

combine, 
The ancient Muses' modern shrine — 
Romantic town, Ann Arbor. 

Rare, verdant beauty, nursed with thought, 
Proud schools and learning famed abroad 
Thy sage serenety hath wrought — 
Fair-arbored town, Ann Arbor. 

Who wanders from thy hallowed fane 
Afar thine equal seeks in vain 
And loves to greet thy domes again, 
Thy groves and haunts, Ann Arbor. 

And, friend, whate'er she gave you fair, 
Whate'er your joys and sorrows there; 
If once you breathed her classic air 
You'll ever bless Ann Arbor. 

The Wanderer. 

( Translation) 

I'm from the highlands wild and free— 
The vale is damp, and roars the sea. 
—3— 



A wandrer joyless here I fare, 

And e'er my pining heart asks: Where? 

The very sun here seems so cold 
The blossom shriveled, life so old, 
Ami what men utter, empty air: 
I am a stranger everywhere. 

Where art thou, my beloVed land. 
Mv quest, my dream, hut ne'er at hand/ 
The land where hope is ever new, 
Where blooms the rose in mountain-dew, 
Where rove my friends through wood and 

glen, 
Where my departed live again, 
The land that »]><■. ik-, my native tongue: 
< > land, where art th< >u ? 

A spirit-voice calls through the night: 
"There, where thou art not, is thy delight!' 

From Aurora to Rising Sun. 

Did you ever take an early stroll 
Before the day *d begun 
And see the R< isy Aim ira 
And then the Rising Sun? 

I>ni you ever take a packet-boat 

( >n business i »r in fun, 

And make a moonlight sally 

Kroni Aurora t<> Rising Sun'/ 

A mora i- a Hoosierbur- 
— 4— 



And so is Rising Sun: 

You can go from the one to the other, 

Or from t'other to the one: 

A wholesome trip for man or maid 
Whose nerves have riot run, 
For you hear neither roar in Aurora 
Nor racket in Rising- Sun. 

The wharf-rat greets you at the wharf, 
The same old mother's son, 
Be't that you land at Aurora 
Or land at Rising Sun. 

And the hostelries at either town — 
If that you have the mon — 
Will treat you with all courtesy 
Due to a Rising Son. 

But the landlord will be rousing you 
Ere day has yet begun, 
And you'll be rubbin' of your eyes 
From Aurora to Rising Sun. 
(Aboard the good ship " City of Louisville.' 

Cantering Down the Cumberland. 

( From Burn side, Ky. ) 

O for more days as those days 
Now like a dream of slumberland, 
When in the early Maytime 
We cantered down the Cumberland. 

—5— 



How then was life a pleasure! 

How thumped the pulse, how leaped the 

heart! 
When rose the sun o'er mountain, 
How eager we to start! 

How joyfully we galloped 
Up through the wild Kentucky hills 
And down ravines, o'er ferries. 
'Cross fords, near secret " 'stills." 

We heard the locusts hum, Nag - , 
(The "seventeen-year") on stick and 

stone: 
How sweet to one with brain-fag 
That drowsy monotone! 

We heard the forest's medley 
And rested near the "doodle-bug," 
And in some squatter's cabin 
At night we slumbered snug. 

And you, four-footed climber, 
Of gentle, kind Kentucky breed 
Wen- like the mule for safety 
And like the stag- for speed, 

And scored for Mother Nature, 
Where rocks forbid the sledge and wheel 
And where four legs still "have it 
O'er" the automobile. 

Through Mill-Spring-, Monticello, 
—6— 



And through the wilds of lesser fame 
We sped, forgetting 1 whither, 
Forgetting- whence we came. 

Nor malady nor fogies 
Nor man-imposed disparity 
Could rob us of those moments 
Of unconstrained hilarit3 r . 

The days were short and few, Nag, 
Now like a dream of slumberland — 
Should that old dream come true, Nag, 
We'll ford again the Cumberland. 

At Monticello, Ky. 

At Monticello on the pike 

Lives Mary Anna May; 

She takes the toll o' man and beast 

That pass that way. 

Her hair is like the waving grain, 

Her eyes a summer day, 

And some have dreamed of them at 

night 
Who passed that way. 

And many a gallant in the town 
Who rides — where'er he may — 
Will jog a mile from off his beat 
To pass that way. 

The tourist and the merchant 



The mule and prancing" bay: 
They're driven into many a sweat 
To pass that way. 

And there's a lad within the town 
Who'd spend a six-month's pay 
Disbursing toll to Mary Ann, 
To pass that way. 

And you and I have beat the trail 
For thirty miles today. 
But we're mighty fresh and jovial like, 
For we passed that way! 

Down the Chesapeake to Dixie. 

Down the Chesapeake to Dixie 
Seventy warblers, tiddlers, stage-hands— 
On the moon-lit sea the south-wind 
Blowing amorosamente. 

Grouped about us curious listners 
To quartett, sextett or chorus 
Or to solo by the cornet, 
Violin, trombone or cello. 

Down to Dixie, down to Dixie 
In the glorious September — 
Dreams of cotton-picker negroes 
Singing ragtime to the banjo. 

Down to Dixie, down to Dixie 
To the home of old Pat Henry, 



Of the Lees and of Old Hickory, 
Houston, Jefferson and Davis. 

Not to fight at Chickamauga 
Nor to carpet-bag in Georgia 
But to bring thee op'ra buffa 
Do we come to thee, O Dixie. 

As we love thee and the story 
Of thy wondrous heroism, 
So we'll fill with song thy temples 
In allegro con brioso. 

We will dance before thine altars 
Blow our " pipes " and smoke the peace- 
pipe, 
Chant a toast to Pocahontas 
The affinity of John Smith. 

Yes we come to thee andante 
Maestoso, ma non troppo, 
And we hope in our acquaintance 
Will be no cacophonia. 

If your cities and your people 
Are as tranquil as this water 
Smiling in Venician splendor 
'Neath our steam-propelled Gondola, 

We will soon accelerando 
Speed the courtship of thy favor, 
And our stay shall retardando 
Be, amabile assai. 

—9— 



Thus we muse in "Dago" parlance, 

While to barcarolle we listen 

By the clarinet and viol 

Soft and soothing as the moon-beam. 

And the prima donna hummeth 

S< »me cadenza fiorita, 

While the spell-bound hearts in silence 

Dream of dolce far niente. 

And we scatter to our rookeries, 
Slumber till we wake at Norfolk 
And the southern pines salute us 
On the shores of Old Virginia. 

On Pensacola Bay. 

i With members of the S. S. Opera Co.) 

The tepid tide is rising 
In Pensacola Bay 

And breaking <>n its guardians, 
Forts Pickens and Mc. Rae. 

The palm-clad shores and Bayous 
Bold in autumnal smile; 
Church, mansion and castello 
< >f ancient Spanish style. 

And we are sailing, sailing, 
And tongues are wagging glib, 
And Life and Joy and Freedom 
Are painted on our jib. 
—10— 



And but one thought is painful: 
The thought of turning back, 
While happier dance the wavelets 
At every outward tack. 

Aye, every ripplet quivers 
With such electric joy 
As filled those Spanish sailors 
At sound of "Land ahoy!" 

lads and bright-eyed sisters, 
Know ye a fact unknown: 

1 am that famed hidalgo, 
Don Ponce de Leon! 

The sky begins to darken, 
The sea rolls fierce as hate, 
But I've the heart this moment 
Of Christopher the Great! 

O lad or bright-eyed sister, 
Loan me your rouge and puff— 
'Tis but a league to Cuba; 
The dinner-steak, was tough. 

O lads and trepid maidens, 
Why must we put to shore, 
When there are shrimp for supper 
Down at San Salvador? 

Sammie's Land. 

{Melody "Dixie") 

From de five Great Lakes adown to Alabamie 

—11— 



Is de land ob Uncle Sammie, 

From away Thunder Bay 

Trough de gay Dixie Land, 

And from 'Laskie all along - ter SoufKeelina — 

T' ain't no land so fine or fina — 

An' from 'way 'Frisco Bay 

Trough de gay Yankee Land. 

Chorus. 

O we loves to be wid Sammie, 

Hooray! Hooray! 

In Sammie's land we'll took our stand. 

To lib an' die for Sammie. 

Away, away upNoaf,down Souf wid Sammie. 

We uns once had a scrap in stoamy weatha, 
Now we's u'wine to pull togetha 
From away Thunder Bay 
Trough de gay Dixie Land. — 

But de way dem boys once fit each otlia 
Am a warnin' to our foreign brotha: 
Keep away from de fray 
Wid dis gay Sammie's land! 

Chorus— Sua we loves to be wid Sammie, 
Hooray! Hooray! etc., etc. 

So raise dem voices all de nation 
From New Yoak to de ol' plantation: 
Sing Hooray! Sing - Hooray! 
For dis gay Sammie's land! 
—12— 



Den trip de toe an' swing yoa Hanna 
To "Dixie" an' de "Spangled Banna," 
Sing Hooray! Sing- Hooray! 
For dis gay Sammie's land! 

Chorus — Yes, we loves to be wid Sammie, 
Hooray! Hooray! etc., etc. 

In Appreciation of the Chigger! 

Thou semi-microscopic plague 
That feasts upon my arm and leg, 
That mars the romance of the wood 
And spills his vemon in my blood, — 
Ah! wert thou not too small a sight 
For one of my colossal height, 
I'd extradite thee mighty quick 
From off my body politic. 

Thou mightier foe than wolf or bear, — 
Since thou canst hide behind a hair — 
Would I could hunt thee down ahorse 
Upon thy hypodermic course! 

Thou parasite, thou shark of bugs, 
Thou spawn of weeds and rotten logs, 
Thou dragon shrunk, thou monstrous mite 
That cat-o'-nine-tails me at night, 
(I beg some friend here to my aid 
With some more ardent epithet 
In hope that our combined request 
May exorcise the noxious pest!) 
—13— 



Could I thy carnal mind persuade 
Back to thy vegetarian state, 
Thy purgatorial zest I'd chain 
And limit thee to herbs again. 

Had thou and all thy kin one head 
And I a mammoth's lusty tread, 
I'd do the Sunny South the favor 
And make a rag- of thy cadaver! 

Yea, wert thou but a dog's size bigger, 
I'd lynch thee like a felon nigger, 
And by a pinch of rifle trigger 
I'd punch thee full of holes, 
Thou Bloody, Blasted Chiggkk! 

(Camp Griffith, Kentucky Mountains). 

Idyl. 

He stood 

On one foot 

In the mud. 

Long and silent and still 

Stood the Stork, 

Using his bill 

To catch and kill, 

Using his bill 

His gizzard to fill, 

Using his bill 

Like a fork. 

The Flamingo stood by: 
—14— 



He stood very high 

On two long pegs 

Called legs. 

He looked very, queer, 

As from on high 

His tiny eye 

A fish did spy — 

Yes, he looked very queer. 

Using his bill 

To catch and kill, 

Using his bill 

His gizzard to fill, 

Using his bill 

Lyike a spear. 

The Fox was not far, 

Their pleasure to mar 

Intent; 

On using his jaw 

To fill his maw 

Was he bent. 

He looked so very sedate; 

And when it grew late, 

The birds and their gizzards 

Full of fishes and lizards 

He ate. 

{In the Cincinnati Zoo). 

The "Indian" Mound. 

{In the Cemetery at Marietta). 
A towering tomb of earth and sod 
-15— 



For men who on this planet trod 
Some thousand years ago. 

Around — the graves of those who breathed 
Some decade hence, still freshly wreathed, 
In many a peaceful row. 

And all about a hustling street, 
Where men in gay commotion meet 
And jovial songs are sung. — 

The past and passing- you behold: 
A world — what generation old! 
Still blithly growing young. 

Had Charlie Given Ol' his Pass. 

King Charles I. was a proud old rex, 
A proud old rex was Charlie, 
He meddled with the British lex 
And taxed the mush and barley. 

Old Cromwell was a rebel rough, 
A Roundhead was old Oliver, 
He found the dose was bloody tough 
And howled he wouldn't swallow 'er. 

So Cromwell says to Charles, says he: 
"Til hie me to the U. S. A." 
Says Charles to Oliver, says 'e: 
"Nay, nay, in Britain thou must stay!" 

So Oliver he stayed, he did, 
And took the head of Charlie, Oh! 
—16- 



And Charles, 'e learned too late, 'e did, 
It had been best to let him go. . 

Had Charlie given Ol' his pass, 

The King- had stayed a head ahead, 

And Ol' had whittled Sassafras, 

And Charles, perchance, had died in bed. 

Now we, the jury, here do find: 
The head of Charles was largely wax, 
Or Oliver he had consig-ned 
To Amsterdam or Halifax. 

Die Alte Eiche. 

Es weht durch stille Waelder 
Geheimnisvoller Hauch, 
Es neig-en sich die Baeume 
Nach ihrem sanften Brauch: 
Der Stanim der alten Eiche 
Der steht allein so still 
Als ob den Elementen 
Allein sie trotzen will. 

Der Sturm hat sich erhoben — 
Die Wetter sind verhallt — 
Die Eiche liegt in Truemmern — 
Es gruent umher der Wald. 

Wilt Come to the Arbor? 

Wilt come to the arbor at close of the day, 
Where roses surround us in smiling- array? 
—17— 



Wilt thou, wilt thou, wilt thou, wilt thou 
Come, my love? 

There nods as in slumber the Lilac his 

head, 
Pond Bowers on the breezes their sweet 

insense shed. 
"Wilt thou— etc.- dream. (> my love? 

'1' In- ft- warbles the Thrush from the quivering 

reed 

His song Osojoyful! somellow! so sweet! 
Wilt thou etc.- sing, <> my love? 

< > come to the arbor at close of the day. 
Where roses surround us in laughing array? 

Wilt thou etc. ?— 
Wilt not. my 
(Translation of an old German song: "Willst 

konnnen zur I,aul>. 

Du bist wie eine Blume. 
I Translation I 

Child, thou art like a flower, 
So lovely, pure and sweel ; 

A nd sad emotii ui fills me. 
Whene'er OUT glances meet. 

I'd lav my hands with reverence 
I ']). ui thy head, in prayer, 
Pleading that (Joel may keep thee 
So sweet, and pure, and lair. 
—18— 



The Squaw's Lullaby. 

Sleep my Wild Flower, my Papoos, 
The beaver is felling" the tree, 
The panther and bear are prowling - , 
But none shall come nigh to thee. 

Slumber, my smiling Winona, 
On the willow-bow's murmuring wing; 
The wolf shall fly from our wigwam, 
The wood-birds to thee shall sing.— 
Oo — oo — oo! 

Sleep O my wampum-decked princess, 
A mighty chief is thy sire, 
And all the braves shall salute thee 
Tonight, at the glowing camp-fire. 

Sleep, m} r Wild Flower, my Papoos, 
Rest in thy birch-bark bed, 
The great chief returns from battle, 
And all who would harm thee are dead. — 
Oo— oo — oo! 

Whither Away? 

A Fantasy. 

CHARACTERS 

Maiden and Youth Soprano and Tenor 

Mariner Bass 

Mountaineer Contralto 

—19— 



Chorus of Maidens 

(Scene: Sandy beach on the shore ofWonder- 
land) 

Chor. (dancing - ) — Hail, hail the radiant ocean! 
Hail, hail the hills so green! 
Come, come, 'tis a merry, merry notion, 
Here to dance 

On the soft, white beach that lies between! 
The tide is low, 
And the sands like snow 
Lie laughing 1 in shimmering pleasure 
With many a shell — 
Ah, listen— 't will tell 
The secrets old ocean doth treasure! 

Here is rollicking*, frolicking free and 

merry, 
Where the Sea embraces the Earth so fair, 
And the pearl and flower 
Each brings as a dower, 
While with festive rejoicing trembles the 
a ir. 

Hail, hail the radiant ocean! etc. 

(Youth and maiden seen strolling over the 
meadow toward the strand, i 

Youth— My Love beloved, how fair the day! 
Young June adorns the fields of May. 
The happy world invites to wander: 
The smiling hills, the ocean yonder — 
Betwixt, this merry roundelay! 
— 20— 



Chor, — Youth and Maiden, will you tarry? 
Earth is glad and sea is merry! 
Whither away? 

(SOI v O AND DUKT) 

Maiden — My Love, my guide, where'er it be, 
On land or sea, I follow thee. 

Youth — Whate'er betide, where'er it be, 
On land or sea 
vShe'll follow me. 

Chor. — Youth and Maidm, will you tarry? 
Earth is glad and Sea is merry. 
Whither away? 
(Mariner approaches in yacht and lands near 
the party. Later a mountaineer enters, 
coming down a path over the hills. ) 
Mariner — Ship ahoy! 

On the waves there is joy! 
To breathe with the sail 
The blast of the gale: 
'T is a charm without alloy! 
Ha ha ha ha! 
We laugh and we jest, 
As we spread the white wings to the East, 

to the west 
To the southern lands where the palm-trees 

blow, 
To the northern strands of eternal snow! — 
There are islands green, there are islands 
bleak, 

—21 — 



Where nightingales warble, and sea-gulls 

shriek, 
And peril is but an unheeded jot- — 
When the tempest is over, 't is happ'ly 
forgot: 
For the prow knows no-bounds and the stern 

knows no trail, 
And the world lies open to him who will sail! 
Come, Youth and Maiden, 
My ship is laden 
With joy! 
Ship alloy I Ship alloy! 

(Trio and Chor.) 

Mariner — Come, Youth etc. 
Youth — For me and the maiden, etc. 
Maiden — For him and his Maiden, etc. 
Chor. Come, Youth and Maiden. 
His ship is laden etc. 

( Enter Mountaineer) 

Mountaineer— Ho ho! -Halloo I 

On the mountain the heather roses blow: 
In the sea grows the coral. 
On the hills the wild laurel; 
There are wonders beneath in the halls of 

the sea, 
But the life of the hills is the life for me! 
Happy the mariner, 
Happier the mountaineer! 
Ha ha ha ha! 

—22— 



I laugh and I jest. 
As I gaze from some rock to the East, to 
the West: 

To the vale beneath, where the palm-trees 

grow, 
To some giant peak of eternal snow. — 
Where the torrent tumbles, the Kobolds 

dwell 
And ravine and Grotto have stories to tell, 
Where the mountain-goat leaps, 
Where the glacier sleeps. 
Where hearts are couragious 
And joy is contagious, 
There, Youth and Love, is your domain! 
There, a prince and princess,you shall reign ; 
Chjr. — Where hearts are couragious etc. 

Maiden — O hear their voices 
Kindly obtrusive! 
My heart rejoices 
In pleasures effusive! 
M}' Love, my guide, 
With thee to haste 
O'er the beckoning Tide 
Or the mountain-waste; 
To see the world's splendor, 
With love so tender 
My heart to inspire — 
'Tis my blissful desire. 
—23— 



Chor. — To see the world's splendor, 
With thy love so tender 
Her heart to inspire — 
'Tis her blissful desire! 

Youth Then come and away! 
Maiden And whither, I pray? 
Youth — To see the world's splendor, 
With love so tender 
Our hearts to inspire! 
Mariner( pointing- toward the sea ) -There lies 

your desire. 
Mountaineer (pointing to the heights) — Nay 

yonder your golden future lies! 
(The Youth turns to the Maiden and regards 

her tenderly ) 
Chor. (after a pause) Fondly now he seeks 
her eyes. 

Deep surveys their azure skies; 
Florets bloom and wavelets play, — 
Whither a way?— Whither away? 

Youth I,(.ve beloved, they implore us, 
Sea-mews call and wood-birds sing: 
Earth and ocean lie before us. 
Radiant in the light of spring. 
There Poseidon, trident swinging — 
In his pageant would I ride — 
Here Uementer, flowers bringing, 
Spangles plain and mountain-side. 
O'er the waves with thee I'd haste 
—24— 



Farther than in sport we've sailed, 

Climb the mountains' rugged wa>te 

Higher than the heights we've scaled: 

But what boot these vain desires? 

In thine eyes' unfathomed deep 

All to which my life aspires, 

All life's mysteries lie asleep. — 

Come, dismiss youth's wayward striving", 

Silence every distant voice; 

Love in quiet mansion striving, 

Love's dominion be our choice. 

For its treasures fondly spying - , 

Let us cross its wide domain, 

For the heart from hearth-stone flying 

Seeks for pleasure all in vain. 

Let us dwell here by the ocean, 

Build a castle fancy-free, 

Live here aye in true devotion 

'Neath the mountains by the sea. 

(Solo and Duett) 

Maiden — June is redolent with roses, 
Spring has born love's endless day; 
Flights sublime thy love discloses, 
Glad I tread the proffered way 
(Duet) — Let us dwell here b} r the ocean, etc. 

Mariner and Mountaineer — Lo, a charm un- 
seen enthralls them, 
Vain our voice to journey calls them. 
—25 — 



Ch >r. — Youth an 1 M li ien, still you tarry? 
Earth is glad and Sea is merry! 

Whither away? Whither away? 

(QUARTBTT AND CHORUS) 

Youth. Maiden. Mariner and Mountaineer.— 
Youth and Maiden, aye we I they Marry, 
Earth is glad and Sea is merry! 

Mountaineer Ho Ho! Hallo* ! 

Youth and Maiden Love the only world we 
know! 

Mariner Ship ahoy ! 

Youth and Maiden Life is love, and love is 

joy! 

All Youth and Maiden, aye we (they) tarry, 
Larth is glad etc. 

F] XLS 

I This poem was written on two successive 
evenings in response to a request for a short 
quartett and chorus composition text.) 

Unsere Stellung zum "Weltfrieden." 

Wir Amerikaner sind ganz entschieden 
Fuerden laengst ersehnten Allerweltsfrieden, 
Wenn uns derselbe gerade geschickt kommt 
CJnd m it unser Habgier nicht in Konflikt 

kommt; 
Doch wer sich uns quer in den Weg stellt, 
Der sei versichert, dass er Schlaeg' erhaelt. 
—26— 



Wollen wir die Welt zivilisiren, 

Sj muessen, selbstverstaendlich, wir sie 

regieren : 
Und wer uns widersteht, der Narr, 
1st, ipso facto, ein Barbar. 
Wir sind die besten Kaiionenzieler, 
Die geschliffensten Xeniesis-Spieler; 
Wir haben bereits aus Menschlichkeit 
Eine gauze Anzahl Inseln beireit 
Von dem unertraeglichen spanischen Joche 
Und machen auf einmahl gewaltig Epoche. 
Damit aber jene Anthropophagen 
Xicht mit der Freiheit sich sollen platen, 
Haben wir sie dieser Sorge enthoben 
Und sie alle in unseren Sack g-eschoben. . 
Und giebt's etwa in den heissen Zonen 
Xoch einig-e kleine Nationen, 
Die uhne groessere Beschwerden 
Moechten gem auch annektiert von uns 

werden. 
Moegen sie bei uns sich melden bald, 
Dass ihnen nicht etwa g-eschehe Gewalt. 
Aber alien europaeischen Maechten. 
Die gerne auch annektieren moechten. 
Denen wuenschen wir zu wissen zu g-eben, 
Bei unsrer Ehre und unsrem Eeben! 
Solang' sie uns nicht in Schussweite geraten, 
Soil nimtner nicht ihnen geschehen kein 

Schaden; 

— 75 — 



Demi wir, die Yankees, sind gauz entschieden 

Fuer— Faustrecht und den Allervveltsfrieden. 

(Written 189S for "Hausfreund und Post") 

To E. N. S. 

{Reiterated, in thought* since, to his little 

brother). 

Sweet babe in mother's arms so fondly 
pressed. 

Your bright blue eyes abeam with joy. 

So calmly dreaming in your childish rest. 

My happy little boy, 

What thoughts unknown to care-worn pu- 
berty. 

What guiding lights are yours to know? 

What sprites unfold to you life's mystery 

And help your mind to grow? 

You look with searching" eyes on all about 

And wonder what on earth it means. 

And by each glance your mind — there's not 

a doubt — 
Some bit of knowledge gleans. 

And as wee tasks you learn to overcome, 

All in your tiny, baby-way. 

I watch your growing strength for tasks to 

come 
From out your childish play: 

For sturdy manhood's honorable deeds, 
True service and its sweet reward — 
—28— 



Your every pure endeavor may God speed, 
Your strength keep in accord! 

For you I hope that greater happiness 
That for myself I hoped in vain, 
And pray that God may make your trials less 
And shield you from my pain. 

Maienfreuden. 

( 1895) 
Hinaus in die Waelder, blueheude Jtigend! 
Frei durch der L,iebe lustigem Lenze, 
Windend der Freude knospende Kraenze, 
Ahmend der Amsel huepfende Taenze, 
Folgend dem Waldchor wonniglich rufend, 
Wandelnd im wounewehenden Mai. 

Draussen im Gruenen tanzeu die Voeglein, 
Tanzen die Baechlein mit lustigem Lachen, 
Iyocken die Bluemlein zu frohem Erwachen: 
Wiegende Winde die Wiesen durchfachen, 
Schwingen des Maies schneeweisse Gloeck- 

lein, 
Gruessen den wiederkehrenden Mai. 

Scherzend, und traeumend Glueck ohne 

Worte, 
Wandelt der Bursch an der Liebenden Seite, 
Liebe enthauchen schimmert das Weite, 
L,iebe, des Lebens himmlische Freude 
Oeffnet des Sommers blumige Pforte, 
Kroenet des Lebens sonnigen Mai. 
—29— 



Goldig erroetend scheidet das Zwielicht, 
Feierlich segnend schliesset der Abend 
StuermischesTreiben lauschig und labend, 
Herzeti mit lieblichem Sange begabeud. 
Sanft an die L,iebe schmiegt sich die 

Sehnsucht; 
Liebend und waltend daemmert's im Mai. 

Froehlicher Reigen, lustige Gaeste, 
Rauschende Tritte, festliches Klin gen, 
Lautes Gejubel. minniglich's Sing-en: 
Jugendlich Leben, Tanzen und Springen! 
Trauliche Mondnacht umwehet die Feste — 
Weiltest du ewig", wonniger Mai! 

Vom Himmel Hoch. 

Free translation of Luther's Christmas Hymn. 

From heaven on high I come to you, 
I bring you tidings glad and new. 
So vast to tell, so sweet to sing, 
The story I rejoice to bring! 

To you a holy child is born, 
A virgin's son, this hallowed morn. 
A tender babe, an infant boy 
Shall be your heart's eternal joy! 

He is the Christ, the Son of God, 
The King, of whom the prophets taught, 
Your Savior He himself would be, 
From every' sin would set you free. 
—30— 



He bring-s the blissful reign of love, 
Which God for all prepared above, 
That ye in heav'n, where we adore, 
May dwell with Him forevermore. 

The Glory of God. 

( Translation ) 

The heavens herald in joyous devotion 
Almighty God, thy glorious name. 
The earth resplendent, the turbulent ocean 
To man Thy sovereignty proclaim. 

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Who guides the heavenly stars without num- 
ber? 
Who from its lair calls forth the light, 
To wake earth's creatures from darkness and 

slumber, 
Triumphant o'er the powers of night? 

Behold and hearken to nature's glad voices 
That sing His praises ev'ry hour, 
For earth with heaven in Him rejoices, 
The God of wisdom and of power. 

He is thy maker, all guiding, all-seeing, 
The source of life and life's bright goal; 
Adore thou Him from the depths of thy 

being 
And offer up to Him thy soul! 
—31— 



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